In the bathroom, Ciri was hiding in a wooden tub full of hot water, only the neck was exposed, and on the wall not far away, stood her two weapons, I don't know why, she instinctively brought her own weapons in...

"Wow~"

The foggy bathroom door was pulled open, and Ciri instinctively shrunk her neck, and a series of bubbles spat out of her mouth, but when Fugui came to her, Ciri was stunned again, because the bastard was wearing normal clothes...

"How long have you been soaking?"

"Five minutes?"

"That's enough, show it.."

"Oh.."

Unable to dodge horizontally and vertically, Ciri gritted her teeth and stood up, and suddenly her delicate carcass without a trace of fat appeared in front of Fugui's eyes, fortunately, the fog here is really not small, and the water temperature is very hot, but it doesn't seem that Ciri's face is very red.

"Rub the soap all over your body, including your hair, and don't let go of every corner."

"It's so slippery.."

Ciri grabbed the wet soap and rubbed it on her body, and suddenly the fragrance came to her nose, and there was a very comfortable and unique feeling on her palms and body that she had never experienced before.

"Goo~Goo~Goo~"

The long gray-green hair, the abundance of moisture, and the characteristic soap made a large number of bubbles appear on Ciri's head, and the bubbles became more and more clawed and flowed down her cheeks, but Ciri felt extraordinarily comfortable, as if something had been completely torn apart, so much so that she even forgot about her nakedness.

"And then?"

Wiping the foam from the corners of her eyes, Ciri asked.

"Do you have any irritating pain in your eyes?"

"No.."

"Very well, stand here and wait for five minutes until I get back."

"Oh.."

"Forget it, he can do whatever he likes.."

Ciri, who was covered in rose-scented bubbles, sighed, and then picked up the soap again, although Fugui didn't explain, but she had almost guessed what this thing was for, that is, instead of plant ash and rice water, and the effect was compared to the previous two, I don't know how high it was, at least her hair was now touched, it was as smooth as if it was oiled, but there was no sticky feeling..

"Whoa~"

The hot water in the sprinkler washed away the foam on Ciri's body, and then at Fugui's suggestion, Ciri lay on a wooden bed in the bathroom, which was also specially asked by Fugui to be made later, when he first did it, Ciri wondered more than once if this guy wanted to get up with him here..

"Looks like I guessed... Well? What's that? ”

Suddenly, Ciri turned his head and saw a green glove on Fugui's right hand, without fingers, just a round cover, and it was very rough, and I don't know what kind of cloth it was made of.

"Below, whatever I do, don't be afraid."

“(； ￣д￣)...”

"Here, give me the arm."

Fugui smiled, grabbed Ciri's arm, first wet the sleeve in his hand, and then began to rub along the back of Ciri's hand, slowly rubbing his palm, and finally stroked it along his forearm to the end...

"Ahh What is this!! ”

Looking at the series of curls that suddenly appeared on his arm, Ciri sat up directly, and regardless of this posture, he let Fugui see everything that should be seen and what should not be seen, just stared at the things on his arm with wide eyes.

"It's made from a mixture of sweat, dead skin, dust, oil, and other things that don't come off easily if you don't soak it long enough, or if you use the soap I made."

As he spoke, Fugui put Ciri down again, and began to take care of himself from top to bottom, from beginning to end, from front to back, inside and out, and Ciri also went from shock and resistance at the beginning, to later confusion, and in the end, he was left to enjoy with his eyes closed, and he may have become the first human in the world of Feren to enjoy the treatment of scrubbing.

"Smack!"

With Fugui's palm gently patting Ciri's back, the crisp echo echoed in the bathroom.

"How's it going, how does it feel?"

"I just feel.."

Looking blankly at the 'dirt' on the ground, Ciri seemed to be a little broken.

"In my life, in addition to the green herbs, there is one more thing that I can't live without.."

"I've heard that witchers can't get pregnant, really?"

In the early morning, the sun shone on the simple but not cheap bedroom, Fugui was holding a cigarette, leaning on the head of the bed, admiring the sunlight coming in from the curtains, he found that the intensity of the sunshine theory in the world of Faeron was no different from that on the earth, but the penetrating power was extraordinarily strong, I don't know if it was because of the existence of magic energy, but anyway, such sunlight can indeed create a small and fresh atmosphere.

Of course, if you ignore this somewhat messy house.

Fugui never intended to indulge in the so-called desire to capture the past, he really just used action and time to reduce Ciri's resistance, so as not to make Ciri have any resistance to him, which is not conducive to the development of the relationship between the two people in the future, but last night, what should be seen and what should not be seen have been watched all over the time, and it would be meaningless to be reserved, so it was logical that the two of them rolled together.

And it turns out that Fugui's caution is correct, compared to the earliest simple touch of Ciri, you will feel the tightness of her muscles, last night she really became a woman like water, in every way...

"Hmm."

Ciri, who was crawling next to Fugui, answered softly, and her eyes didn't know what she was thinking.

"Because of the kidneys in our bodies, it destroys everything that comes from outside, but I've heard of witchers getting pregnant with special methods."

"Whew~~"

Fugui extinguished the cigarette butt, gently touched Ciri's silky silky, but dry sun-like hair, the faint fragrance of roses came to his nose, and after taking a deep breath of the fragrance he had blended, he said.

"Then I'll rest assured, we'll probably have to travel back and forth between Dellasque and Rock City a lot, and if you get pregnant, I'll have to hire another witcher."

"Didn't you say you were going to develop there?"

Ciri's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was enjoying Fugui's touch, he looked like a Persian cat, and, imperceptibly, when Fugui seemed to care about her, the corners of Ciri's eyes were slightly moist, but soon that trace of wetness disappeared...

"To go is to go, but with our current capital, it is difficult to gain a foothold there, and the more developed the place, the higher the price, and buying such an alchemy pagoda on that side may not be enough for tens of millions of dollars, so we can only produce on this side and sell on that side."

So why not sell it in Rock City?

"I can't sell it at a price, after all, as long as I check it at Old York, you can know what raw materials I used, that old goblin is not a guy who can keep secrets, and don't doubt the ability of alchemists, soap is just an ordinary alchemy product after all, there is a reference for the finished product, and I know the situation of most of the raw materials, it is only a matter of time to crack it, so before that, we have to make as many ruthless as possible to be cost-effective."

"But... It's dangerous to be a foot trader, and the wilderness is no match for cities, bandits, weirdness, monsters, and even fallen witchers. ”

Fallen Demon Hunters,It's the kind of demon hunters who have a special relationship between active or passive and weird.,They are in a special state between people and weird.,At the same time, they also have weird abilities similar to the ability of the law seal.,Level,Basically, it can be attributed to a senior-level witcher.,The witchers at this stage have mastered extraordinary powers similar to magic.。

"If I'm the only one, I can basically protect your safety, even if I meet a senior demon hunter, as long as I run desperately, with the alchemy potion, I can still run away with you, but once the other party's goal is to snatch the goods, then..."

"Don't worry, I'm prepared."

Fugui smiled slightly, after being reborn, he didn't waste his time all these years, he knew that he would be a businessman in the future, and to be a businessman he needed to have the strength to protect himself, otherwise he would not be called a businessman, but a pig, so in addition to studying alchemy, he also looked for a lot of alchemy materials, and finally let him find a material, with it as the core, he can create a special alchemy machine, potential potion.

In fact, everyone will not exert their full ability in daily life, both because of their own lack of ability, but also because of the body's protection mechanism, just like ordinary people can only exert about thirty percent of their muscle strength, beyond this strength, the muscles will be damaged, and the potion potion is able to stimulate a person's full potential after drinking, so that the witcher can exert all his potential ability, and because no one else has discovered this characteristic yet, the price of this core material is not expensive at this stage.

Before, he said that he wanted to form a team of witchers, and he planned to use this potion to assist them, although a single limit of ordinary level witchers may still not be the opponents of high-level witchers and senior-level witchers, but the quality is not enough, and the quantity is made up, not to mention that below the big witchers, the most powerful impact on the strength of the witchers is the alchemy potion, and then give these witchers some other potions, which is enough to protect his safety, after all, this thing does not need to use brains, just drink it.

It's just that he met Ciri halfway, and Fugui changed his plan, but the potion doesn't need to be changed here, Ciri can also quote the potential potion, and because Ciri himself has a bloodline, the potential potion can even exert a part of the bloodline ability, according to this Feren's level division, when the witcher has mastered the ability similar to the magic seal, he can be regarded as a senior witcher witcher, even if it is only temporary, it can also protect his safety.

Of course, if you give it to an ordinary witcher to drink, it's called a potion of potential, and if you give it to Ciri, you have to change its name, such as a gravity potion, anyway, it's not uncommon for an alchemist to configure a potion comparable to the ability of the magic seal through magic materials, after all, the previous relationship between the two of them at this stage has not yet reached the point where they can withstand the awakening of the bloodline, and the husband and wife are the same forest birds, and they fly separately when disaster comes, not to mention their dirty money trading relationship...

As mentioned earlier, the reason why the family taught him alchemy is not how good it is to him, but the tradition of the nobility, what a nobleman is most afraid of is facing the fault line of inheritance, so the heirs of the nobility will let him learn alchemy, so that once there is any problem with the patriarch, someone will immediately fill the position, of course, Fugui will not care about this matter, he just does his best to grasp all the knowledge he can learn firmly in his hands.

In fact, in his opinion, 10 million Char coins just shortened the time of his economic freedom, and the knowledge of alchemy was his most valuable asset, for example, with a complete formula, he had already refined the non-toxic detergent at the beginning, but this thing was the original liquid, which was not convenient to store, nor easy to transport, and even volatile, and it was with his solid alchemy, as well as some experience and memories of his previous life, that he found a way to convert it into soap, even though the 'golden finger' gave him the most important ' inspiration', but without the 'flesh' to go with it, it is impossible to make soap.

"Well, that's it."

As he spoke, Fugui took out a palm-sized, pink round object from his pocket, just placed it on the table, and this thing exuded the fragrance of roses, which made Ciri as a woman curious, and what made Ciri care most was that there were words on the soap, which was the 'Ancient Lost Language' arranged by Fugui, Xi, Li.

"This... Was it given to me? ”

"Uh-huh."

"Hah! How does this work? ”

"Want to know?"

"Hmm!"

"Take a shower with me at night."

“(╯°Д°)╯┻━┻....”

"Ahh (#'Dish′)"

Time, more than half a month has passed, after completing the core alchemy steps alone, the remaining some relatively mechanical, and no technical steps, Fugui was handed over to the eight maids, so with the assistance of various tools in the alchemy tower, pieces of soap were made, however, people rely on clothing, Buddha relies on gold, soap alone is useless, want to make the nobles pay for it, packaging is also a lot of effort.

Therefore, Fugui ordered a batch of packaging boxes designed by him from a special workshop, divided into two grades, ordinary packaging boxes for ordinary people, and boutique packaging boxes specially peddled to nobles, and some of them are very luxurious, and even the price exceeds the packaging box of the soap itself.

But the problem also comes, 3,000 liters of Qiqimo mucus, Fugui with the help of eight maids, made 150,000 pieces of soap, which is 50,000 more than the original plan, not that Fugui miscalculated, but in order to show that the commoners used the soap is different from the nobles, the soap used by the commoners is very inferior, but the price is cheap, the commoners, what high-end is pursued, the cheap is the best, and this deterioration is more than 50,000 yuan.

So, their group plus Fugui himself, began to stack boxes day and night, stuffing soap into the boxes, not that Fugui didn't want to find someone, he still had the money to hire some ordinary people with no technical content, but for the sake of secrecy, he could only go into battle in person, and then, he pretended that Ciri was a little collapsed, but it is understandable that this kind of highly repetitive work is indeed very boring...

"Calm down, calm down ~~"

Fugui smiled and touched Ciri's forehead.

"You see, we're already loading it very quickly, and we have less than 100,000 pieces of soap left."

“(； ￣д￣)...”

"Ha, just kidding, it's really almost finished, and when we're done with these, I'll show you something good."

"Really?"

"I don't lie to you."

"Hmph~o(′^')o..."

"And you too, work hard, we strive to finish packing them today, and I will invite you to a tavern dinner in the evening, drink unlimited pine nut wine, and you can sleep lazily until you wake up naturally the next day!"

As he spoke, Fugui turned his head and looked at the few maids under him and said.

According to the laws of the Char Empire, the servants who offend the master are killed, and the master does not need to pay any price, but in the final analysis, they are also people, living people with their own thoughts, not daring to resist does not mean that they dare not be lazy, do not contribute to work, and the rich do not want to rely on violence to drive them, so they will never be stingy when it is time to give benefits.

For example, half a month ago, on the day he bought these maids, Fugui had promised them that they would be paid in the future, in fact, to produce these 150,000 pieces of soap, Fugui estimated that it was the role of salary, in the final analysis, the hustle and bustle of the world is profitable.

Another point, they are all qualified alchemist assistants, they have been with Nick for more than ten years, and they can make wealth and wealth worry-free in many ways, in a world like Faeron with a high monopoly of knowledge, these people are rare talents, if it weren't for Nick's father, it would be impossible for him to buy these maids, naturally, if you want to get the full dedication of talents, you have to pay sincerely, of course, considering the status gap between the two sides, Fugui needs to grasp this degree.

In addition to worrying about scaring them, more than that, he has no intention of challenging the rules of this world, making something equal and free, and then coming to a vigorous slave liberation movement, on the one hand, he is a vested interest, on the other hand, he will anger the great nobles of this world, think about it, Lincoln in the previous life, the king of a country, could not escape the fate of being assassinated, he was a small businessman, how could he do such a thing...